I went home to Kvevlax this weekend to celebrate my grandmother’s (mother’s side) 80th birthday. Even though I had to travel for 9 hours just to get back and forth it was so worth it.
The festive day began with Sunday service at our local church. There we formed a family choir and sang some Christmas songs. We’re a bit over 30 people all in all when you count my aunts families, their children and grandchildren so I think it sounded pretty great (ok so all wasn’t singing, but as you can see from the picture below we were quite a few)
I’m standing almost in the middle, in between my mother and my cousin Anna-Karin. Next to A-K stands my aunt Eivor and next to my mother my other aunts Maj-Britt and Kerstin. (It would be too much to tell you how the other guys are related to me so if you really want to know you have to ask me later)
After the sermon and the singing we had coffee and cake and later that day we went out for dinner.
My grandmother had told us not to buy any gifts but she did get a photo album that my aunt M-B and her husband Gunder had made. It was printed out like a book and really beautiful. There were lots of picture from my grandparents youth and from when my mother and my aunts were little.
When my friends started to have babies it was really scary for me to see how much the kids resembled their parents. It’s scary to suddenly have a little copy of a person you have known for your whole life. And it’s even scarier when they resemble both parents so that they become some kind of mutant mixture of features that should really be stuck on two separate beings.
Well I had the same feeling this weekend when looking through the photo album. One of my cousins (Anna-Karin’s little brother) André looks just like my grandfather. And here is a picture to prove it:
Next to it is a picture of my family. And you might be able to see who my brother looks like…
Creepy! That’s genetics!
